Whenever I discuss issues that show America in a bad light (like in my last post), I always have this urge to censor myself. Lately in America, it’s been very difficult to critique the status quo without being branded anti-American or “unpatriotic” (I’ve always had a problem with that word). Add in being an Arab-American who is very visibly Muslim into the mix, and you suddenly have national security risk potential.
I love being American, but I hate having to reassure people of that fact. Believe me, I’ve had my fair share of Thanksgivings, Halloweens and Fourth of Julys. For me, an In-N-Out Burger is the best comfort food and Disneyland is the happiest place on Earth.
But love doesn’t replace justice and truth. Those are separate things. Just because I love America doesn’t mean I’m going to let its (often gigantic) mistakes slide. (Iraq, anyone?) If anything, loving America makes me hold it to a higher standard than someone who doesn’t care much for the country might.
I believe strongly in the ideals America was founded on. But, like most of my fellow countrymen (and women), these last eight years have made me very, very frustrated.
I know I keep tooting the Obama horn. But change, change, change. We need it. The whole world needs it. And it can’t come soon enough.